"Hi, bigger Mama!"
"Hi, littler Elijah."
"Come on, Grandmere, let's go in the pool!"
"Try'n go Grandmere's house find Emily!"
"NO DADDY!!! SEE PICTURE OF THOMAS!" (When he didn't want to talk to Daddy B on the phone, and wanted to see Thomas on Grandmere's computer.)
"Fred is cute!" Fred is a cat.
"Hi, bigger Grandmere!"
"Come on, Mama, go inside try'n eat eggs."
Elijah, Remmy, Beanie and I are in Kentucky until further notice, for the artist Sharaya Miracle's first gallery showing, and then to be out of the way of the reconstruction at the house (to repair the damage done during mold remediation).
There is lots of time for relaxation, crafts, computer time, and reading. It's good.
But I miss my cat, I miss Morning, I miss my family.
I love you guys. I'll see you when I get home :)
--Mama Coyote
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The two impediments to productivity today...
A cat blocking my sewing machine and Muppets/Sesame Street Nostalgia on Youtube. And people wonder why I'm so lazy.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Baby animals make everything better
Zooborns has saved my day. This was a cranky, lazy day, where I spent most of the day in bed playing WoW. Then, I looked at baby aye-ayes and tigers and dik-diks (seriously, an antelope the size of a small dog, look them up, I want one now, but the cats would eat it).
So the moral of the story is: when in doubt, contemplate baby critters of your favorite species.
So the moral of the story is: when in doubt, contemplate baby critters of your favorite species.
Breakfast
"Hi train. You look happy!" Oh, small child. You're so awesome.
I'm sitting at a wonderfully clear dining table. I need to empty the dishwasher and reboot the laundry and spend a few minutes decluttering the bedroom... then I will sit, and I will braid yarn. Actually, first, I'll most likely talk to the remodeling guy who's going to show up. But after that! I will braid yarn.
Ummm. Hi.
This is not a particularly useful post.
But hi.
There's a little boy dancing at the table. He's amazing :)
--Mama Coyote
I'm sitting at a wonderfully clear dining table. I need to empty the dishwasher and reboot the laundry and spend a few minutes decluttering the bedroom... then I will sit, and I will braid yarn. Actually, first, I'll most likely talk to the remodeling guy who's going to show up. But after that! I will braid yarn.
Ummm. Hi.
This is not a particularly useful post.
But hi.
There's a little boy dancing at the table. He's amazing :)
--Mama Coyote
Monday, May 23, 2011
Titi Bug doesn't have issues, she has a subscription
So, I'm trying to figure out why I'm always sick. One person, a Pagan Reverend who is like a second (or rather, at this point, 18th) mother to me, suggested I get checked for Lyme's, which may be dormant, and Lupus (oh, God, please, not Lupus). Also, B12 and B6, which I probably need more of, being mixed and part Native American. I'm also going to try and take a few different cleansing baths and see if that won't at least help me.
I guess it would make sense if I have Lyme's and didn't know it. I remember, back after Ap went off to boot camp and I was often alone in the house and bored silly, I'd walk what must have been five miles to the library to surf the net and sit in good A/C. Once, while sitting at the computer, I reached up to play with my earrings, like I do when I'm thinking and I felt what I thought was a scab. I picked at it and got a tick in my hand. I crushed it between my thumbnails and thought little more of it. Not long after that, Tim and I moved out and started going to school and trying to keep my own household and I thought the stress made me sick. Maybe it was Lyme's and that's what's wrong with me.
In either case, I'm going to try attacking this from both sides. I have plans for a Chaplet for my own purposes. I'll post about it here and maybe that will encourage Mama C and M. to make more craft posts (*nudgenudge* C'mon, ladies, don't leave me hanging). With any luck, that'll give me a spiritual edge while the doctor and new vitamins give me a physical edge. I'll post more when I have it.
--Titi Bug
I guess it would make sense if I have Lyme's and didn't know it. I remember, back after Ap went off to boot camp and I was often alone in the house and bored silly, I'd walk what must have been five miles to the library to surf the net and sit in good A/C. Once, while sitting at the computer, I reached up to play with my earrings, like I do when I'm thinking and I felt what I thought was a scab. I picked at it and got a tick in my hand. I crushed it between my thumbnails and thought little more of it. Not long after that, Tim and I moved out and started going to school and trying to keep my own household and I thought the stress made me sick. Maybe it was Lyme's and that's what's wrong with me.
In either case, I'm going to try attacking this from both sides. I have plans for a Chaplet for my own purposes. I'll post about it here and maybe that will encourage Mama C and M. to make more craft posts (*nudgenudge* C'mon, ladies, don't leave me hanging). With any luck, that'll give me a spiritual edge while the doctor and new vitamins give me a physical edge. I'll post more when I have it.
--Titi Bug
Friday, May 20, 2011
"Rice cake! Yummy rice cake! Kyle, you try a rice cake?"
"Elijah is happy!"
I had multiple dreams this morning. There was one about wandering around a convention with Anthony Hopkins, pretty much forgetting I was there for Camarilla games, because spending my time with Anthony Hopkins was way more interesting, especially back in his room...
And in another dream, I found a spinning wheel of this style. Except with dreamworld modifications. It was not very awesome to use, and I kept holding the roving too tight (which is something I do in real life). So in my dream, I was practicing spinning. For real. It was kind of awesome.
But not as awesome as spending my nights with Anthony Hopkins...
--Mama Coyote
"Elijah is happy!"
I had multiple dreams this morning. There was one about wandering around a convention with Anthony Hopkins, pretty much forgetting I was there for Camarilla games, because spending my time with Anthony Hopkins was way more interesting, especially back in his room...
And in another dream, I found a spinning wheel of this style. Except with dreamworld modifications. It was not very awesome to use, and I kept holding the roving too tight (which is something I do in real life). So in my dream, I was practicing spinning. For real. It was kind of awesome.
But not as awesome as spending my nights with Anthony Hopkins...
--Mama Coyote
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